Isaac cried out in surprise at the sudden rush of feeling and arousal slamming into him like a freight train, eyes comically wide as his knees buckled. Slumping against the wall, he gazed up at the approaching figure, pleading with his eyes as he let out a pitiful little whimper.
She chuckled, and stretched beneath him. “Do you feel better now?” she asked solicitously.
He nodded and blushed, mouthing at her flesh as he lay sprawled out on top of her.
They laid there peacefully for a while, she combing her fingers gently though his hair. “Idly, she asked, “Do you think you’ll grow your hair out? It’s getting longer and curlier.”